As Promised…

….The Bokma Weekend Extraordinaire!!!

Yo.  How was your weekend? Mine? Pretty good thanks.  But enough about me, let’s get onto the task at hand: recapping the events of almost a month ago. 

So the first weekend in April, Ben’s parents came down for a little visit.  It works well that 5 of their seven kids live in the same vicinity.  We had a great time and for 5 days managed to pack in TONS of activities, eating, visiting, eating some more, taking walks, probably more eating and then some games. 

Now, when I mentioned a few posts ago (before Ben hijacked things and wrote a few *interesting* thoughts of his own) that I was going to post about this weekend, I’ll be honest, I thought I had more photographic evidence of their time here.  But after uploading the pics to the camera, turns out I was wrong.  So, I feel the need to add a disclaimer :

The notes and photos in this post in no way indicate the extreme excellence that this weekend held. If after looking at the following pictures you are inclined to think that our time was purely spent in a war museum looking at lame artifacts, and having a lame time, the author of this post holds no responsibility.  The author does however, blame her husband, who only took the camera to one of the outings and for most of the time, chose to take pictures of things, rather than of people.  The author also doesn’t want to hear the argument that she too, has arms and hands, and very well could have taken the camera along.  She stands by her conviction that she is petite (ok, not so much, but smaller than her husband) and does not want to be bogged down with a heavy camera bag, or with the responsibility to take pictures that show what a fun time we had. 

Ok, so back to the weekend.  To quickly recap, we went to Sarah’s art show (which I am still STUNNED by….people, seriously, it was amazing) Dundurn Castle, out for meals, played games, saw the Kite Runner (which I’m still processing), had an incredible meal of steaks courtesy of Bokma Farms, went for walks and just generally enjoyed each others company.

It’s visits like these that make me wish Nova Scotia was a few provinces closer.  Many nights of that weekend Ben and I would lay in bed processing the day (as we often do) and we just felt really blessed by these people that are our family. 

So, here’s some photographic evidence to prove they actually did come:

 

Here’s Dad and Jo looking around in Dundurn Castle

Me and Rachie-poo

See, I told you our visit to the war museum wasn’t lame.  So what if I’m wearing a hat that probably 700 other children have worn, 40 of whom probably had head lice.  I had no choice, Mom egged me on and told me all the cool kids were doing it.

Dad? I think you missed your true calling in life.

Rachel’s new boyfriend. 

 

Ok, you caught us, he’s made of plastic, doesn’t have eyes, and is in a casing. But isn’t he dashing?